Even worse: she accused me of being lazy for not willingly fucking over possible employers. Crazy, I know.
THIS, my fine feathered friend, does not happen in nice weather: That was 45 minutes from me, a huge pile-up on highway 402 that killed a slew of people. Sun and clear grounds that foes NOT happen in. That snow that gets blasted over the roads like that by dry winds makes the pavement like polished glass. NO brakes at 120 kph (70-75 mph). We are constantly surrounded by disasters like this from November until April. Fuck snow and winter. In the ass. With a knife, while it's face is shoved into an open rice bag to muffle the screams.
You guys should have a nice lunch at the Olive Garden and talk it out. kidding, kidding! Hopefully everything works out ok. In other news, good lord how did I go all those years without a foam roller? I honestly love this thing as much as it's possible to love an inanimate object (and as the internet has taught me, the possibilities are endless).
Uh, you do realize that (the bolded above) pretty much describes the only 'boundary' that Madonna pushed as well. For those of us around at the time Madonna came out, she was a pop artist. Her work? Reductive. Dance/Synth music was nothing new, and there were plenty of people around doing it. Was she a good marketer? Absolutely. A 'boundary pushing' musician/singer? Not so much.
The first time I went to an Olive Garden it was on a double date. Our waiter was a bitter 50 year old guy who looked like he had a rough go of life recently. So we get our food and he wants to know if I want some fresh parmesan. I say okay. He puts some on there, but as he finishes he had to rush to the kitchen or something and he whipped parmesan cheese all over my face and chest. I immediately turned to my date and said "Now I know how you girls feel." I'm so smooth.
OK, I am reading back so this is totally a non sequiter I am sure, but holy moley what type of shenanigans have I been missing out on. Time to drop out of my real life for this online fun.
If Gravitas made a blog just to tell us about his women foibles, I would read it. And I know I'm not the only one.
I could come up with a few more, but unfortunately I have sort of just given up post college, so there isn't a whole lot of new material.
Pfft, I'm married, what do I need to know about blow jobs? (let's see if this can incite any sort of 'discussion' like group circle jerks, prenuptial agreements, or law making has)
I honestly think the man gravitates towards the psychotic and/or foot-in-mouth syndrome even more than I do.